Colour tattoo on a forearm showing green outlined block lettering reading Prince, with black script above it on a rainbow-coloured background.

Green bubble lettering and script on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A close photograph of a forearm covered in colour tattoos, with a hand holding a microphone at the elbow edge of the frame. The central feature is bold green block lettering reading Prince, outlined in black and shaded to look three-dimensional, with a line of black script above it. The background is a soft blend of orange, yellow, red and blue, and the image is shot at a shallow depth of field.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mick Okonedo painted the signs for Harker's Travelling Fair the way other men smoke, steadily and without asking anybody's leave. By the time we reached the Wirral he had done the dodgems, the teacups and the coconut shies, and only the board over the Big Wheel was left. Mr Harker wanted it green, not any green but the green of a bottle held up to a low sun, and Mick had mixed it himself in a jam jar of linseed on the back step of the caravan.

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I held the ladder. Mick took his time over the letters, building each one into a block and then shading it until the word seemed to lean out of the board. Along the bottom, small and black, he wrote a line his nan used to say whenever the generator coughed: everything that happens is from nowhere, so you may as well enjoy the lights. I told him it was rubbish. He laughed and wiped his brush on my sleeve.

In August the Big Wheel stuck at the top with a couple of kids in the gondola, and the whole field went quiet, every face tipped back and orange in the glow of the hot dog van. Mick came out of the caravan with the jam jar still in his hand and simply stood below the board, looking up at the green letters catching the lamps. The fitter swore, the engine coughed, and the wheel shuddered forward again.

Afterwards Mick told me it had never been the paint that kept the fair going. I still haven't decided whether he meant that kindly. What I remember is the wheel turning, the kids shrieking with delight, and the wet green on the board catching the last of the light as the first stars came out over the car park.